| Loving can hurt | 
| Loving can hurt sometimes | 
| But it’s the only thing that I know | 
| When it gets hard | 
| You know it can get hard sometimes | 
| It’s the only thing that makes us feel alive | 
| We keep this love in a photograph | 
| We made these memories for ourselves | 
| Where our eyes are never closing | 
| Our hearts were never broken | 
| And time’s forever frozen still | 
| So you can keep me | 
| Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans | 
| Holding me close until our eyes meet | 
| You won’t ever be alone | 
| Wait for me to come home | 
| Loving can heal | 
| Loving can mend your soul | 
| And it’s the only thing that I know | 
| I swear it will get easier | 
| Remember that we’re never repeating yeah | 
| And it’s the only thing to take with us when we die | 
| We keep this love in a photograph | 
| We made these memories for ourselves | 
| Where our eyes are never closing | 
| Our hearts were never broken | 
| And time’s forever frozen, still | 
| So you can keep me | 
| Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans | 
| Holding me close until our eyes meet | 
| You won’t ever be alone | 
| And if you hurt me | 
| That’s okay baby | 
| There’ll be worse things | 
| Inside these pages you just hold me | 
| And I won’t ever let you go | 
| Wait for me to come home | 
| Wait for me to come home | 
| Wait for me to come home | 
| Wait for me to come home | 
| You can keep me | 
| Inside the necklace you bought when you were sixteen | 
| Next to your heartbeat where I should be | 
| Keep it deep within your soul | 
| And if you hurt me | 
| That’s okay baby | 
| There’ll be worse things | 
| Inside these pages you just hold me | 
| And I won’t ever let you go | 
| When I’m gone | 
| I will remember how you kissed me | 
| Under the lamppost back on Sixth street | 
| Hearing you whisper through the phone | 
| Wait for me to come home |